The commenting cock up continues. I have changed my settings so you can comment (I hope) without an email address, but with no custom gravatar,. If you use an email associated with a gravatar or wordpress account, you have to sign in apparently. All very annoying.

Orbea strolled down Oxford Street. Irony ensues. Poor old Kevin really is the fatback 07 now, but what about glamour photography? Is it now all the young kids hip hopping and dubstepping with their instagrams and hipstamatics cross processing random flange? No room left for Kevin or a wet shirt. This sick city.

As for the complicated; the art of successful artificial lighting on the human is in itself complex and, at times, damnably frustrating.
Avoiding or minimising natural imperfections is not done by airbrushing alone.
Keeping the model happy while you are piss-farting around trying to get things right is another acquired skill, as is convincing the sweet-young-things who actually need little embellishment to expose themselves to the camera’s scrutiny.
Keeping the wannabees at arms length is also a bit of a challenge, with an oversupply of unsuitable hopefuls who really had none – hope, that is; in the meantime keeping the morality police out of the scene.
I can’t genuinely claim to have enjoyed my brief encounter with the whole sleazy business.

Kevin Rudd the musical had hit a snag as his star slowly fades , and the part of Gruelia De JillHard will have to be increased. I’m sure you’ll all enjoy the song ” In tha communidy youse can all scoff…..”

It’s almost a political comment – Kevin 07 turned out to be as useless as tits on a bull … however, given the model in question ain’t exactly a bull, maybe another cliche could apply to the Ruddster circa five years ago: Added water makes its own sauce …